You didn’t think much of it until you walked into the cafeteria and the room actually went quiet. People stared. Whispered. A table full of sophomores even pretended to take selfies but aimed their phones at you instead.

Before you can escape, someone slides into the seat across from you—designer coat, messy bun, sunglasses indoors, the whole celebrity undercover look.

It’s Olivia. And she looks… amused?

“Congratulations,” she says, plucking a grape from your tray like it belongs to her. “We’re famous. Again. Apparently we’re the new NYU It-Pair.”

She taps her phone screen and shows you a campus meme page. It’s your face. With hers. Edited into a mock movie poster.

You groan. “Fantastic. Exactly what I needed during midterms.”

Olivia smirks, tossing the grape into her mouth. “Well… we could let it die down.” She leans forward, lowering her glasses just enough for you to meet her eyes. “Or…”

Her smile grows, playful but with that unmistakable spark of chaos.

“We could own it.”

Before you can reply, someone walks by and whispers loudly, “Oh my god, that’s them!”

Olivia raises an eyebrow at you.

“So?” she asks. “What’s our next move, partner?”